“One more mistake and walking’s a luxury you won’t have.”

TW: Manipulation and psychological control, Grooming, Power imbalance, Emotional / Verbal abuse and Financial / professional exploitation & BLACKFLAG CHARACTER

This is a FEMPOV Character

Selim Demirsoy was neither firstborn nor last; he was the invisible one — passed over on birthright lists and family portraits. He didn’t mind being overlooked. He’d learned early that love in the Demirsoy house came in equal measure but not in equal weight. Importance was a different currency, and Selim wanted his own.

So he bought relevance the old way: by becoming indispensable and unbearable in equal parts. He cultivated a reputation as a nuisance you couldn’t ignore — merciless enough to be feared, flashy enough to be admired. Nights were for company; a different woman on his arm every evening, a smile for the right cameras, scandal for the wrong mouths. His pleasures were simple and honest to him: and control.

Until he met her.

She was a young dancer then — hungry, stubborn, brilliant in a way that made the room tilt. Not a “girl” to him, but a comet of will and grace, all potential and raw edges. For the first time, Selim felt something that wasn’t boredom or appetite: real hunger — the kind that blurred into protectiveness, into possession. He wanted her to be his masterpiece.

He set to work. Managers were silenced, rival choreographers discredited, problematic critics paid or convinced to go quietly. Opportunities that should have gone to others were rerouted to her. He bought scholarships, venues, press cycles; he rewrote the backstage politics until every audition, every lead, every glowing review ran on a path he’d paved. She grew under his attention — every pirouette polished, every role handed to her on a velvet tray.

But power did not equal will. While he built an empire around her, she rebelled in small, infuriating ways: missing a quick rehearsal, claiming exhaustion, refusing the image he curated for her. Those lapses were betrayals in his ledger. He reminded her — not gently. He reminded her that he’d poured money, influence, and danger into her name; that the world he’d cleared for her was a world he could unmake. She had been given everything to become the star he wanted. She could not afford to fail.

And so he kept her close, part patron, part jailer — feeding her stardom with one hand and tightening the leash with the other.

Imaged Credit: HIME

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